Doppelherz de Marilyn Manson

"Doppelherz" é o nome da curta-metragem realizada por Marilyn Manson em 2003, para acompanhar o álbum "The Golden Age of Grotesque". Manson parece ter convocado para este filme a herança surrealista como estética, o que não é, de todo, estranho ao seu imaginário. Nunca podemos esquecer que Manson, ainda que seja acima de tudo músico, não deixa de ter contado, desde "Portrait of an American Family" (1994), com uma dimensão imagética bastante complexa e forte, que Manson sempre soube renovar ao longo da sua carreira.

Este filme não esquece nada disso. Pelo contrário, "Doppelherz" parece ter chegado um tanto atrasado: é de estranhar que Manson nunca tenha antes transportado o seu lado visual para filme, excluindo, como é evidente, os videoclips. É certo que em 2000, no tempo de "Holy Wood (In The Shadow of the Valley of Death)" Manson fizera o controverso "Autopsy" onde filma uma autópsia brutalmente, mas este vídeo, ainda que significativo para compreender o universo do músico/artista, não tem nem a complexidade nem a originalidade de "Doppelherz".

Também não é estranha a presença do surrealismo neste filme, se lembrarmos que tem sido o surrealismo, enquanto total liberdade inventiva, a pautar todos os videos de Marilyn Manson. Mais ainda, poder-se-ia falar de uma estética barroca, quer no uso da máscara, quer no uso de um decorativismo exacerbado.

É um pouco aquilo que acontece com esta curta-metragem, que transporta toda uma gramática vinda destes conceitos.

Manson apresenta-se como realizador, mas conta com o trabalho plástico -aqui ligado à body-art- de Gottfried Helnwein, responsável pela direcção de arte de "The Golden Age of Grotesque". Todo o filme tem como banda sonora o tema instrumental "Theater", que é a introdução do álbum. Sobre essa música, obsessiva, repetitiva e sinistra, Manson declama um poema seu, também chamado "Doppelherz". "Doppelherz" significa "Duplo Coração". O tema está subliminarmente presente ao longo do longo poema, que passa pela repetição contínua de frases, que vão sendo ditas com diferentes entoações e desenvolvidas também, desdobrando-se em vários sentidos diferentes. Os assuntos são os mais caros às letras de Manson: a morte, a dor, a agonia, a amputação, a trucidação, a necrofilia, o isolamento, o luto, o pesadelo e, como não podia deixar de ser, também o lado político, ligado à filosofia de vida americana, que Manson vem criticando desde 1994. As imagens, parecendo desenvolver-se num plano completamente distinto, estão, no fundo, visceralmente ligadas com o poema.

O surrealismo aqui é uma estética, apenas, não significa nenhum tipo de arbitrariedade. Muitas destas imagens apontam-nos para duas mulheres siamesas, ao mesmo tempo que outras são claras em ideias de amputação, e isto aponta, evidentemente, para a ideia do "Duplo Coração" que, sendo dividido e justaposto a outro, causa a dor, o sofrimento, o pesadelo que este filme parece captar.

É essencialmente a ideia de pesadelo que mais facilmente podemos ligar a "Doppelherz". Em planos sempre escuros, um corpo inicialmente só vai-se mascarando, vai pintado o seu rosto, confrontado com as duas mulheres que são um só corpo. Com a chegada da divisão, da incisão, o corpo vai-se mascarando mais ainda, vai-se reinventando, como forma de resistir à dor. Ao mesmo tempo, há uma estrada a ser percorrida, sem que alguma vez chegue a qualquer lugar. Estas ideias parecem conjugar-se umas com as outras, formando uma só ideia, aliás muito básica, que é a defesa de uma pessoa perante uma perda, que significa a perda de uma parte de si mesma, do seu outro coração.

No final, lemos que este filme não quer explicações. Mas, como objecto artístico que é, pode ter leituras. Esta é a minha. E, independentemente da minha leitura ser mais ou menos adequada, a mim parece-me que "Doppelherz" é um objecto muitíssimo interessante.

DOPPELHERZ

(Poema de Marilyn Manson)

My pilot light has flickered out
You’ve knocked me off the hook
The person you are trying to reach is no longer here
I’m not really tall, dark and handsome
I just look that way
I’m a canvas that bleeds
And I’m painted with fingers
Childish pictures
Of you that still linger
Bury you’re wasted into the moon
Hoping that it sinks to the earth soon
Bury you’re wasted into the moon
I hope that it sinks into the earth soon
My pilot light has flickered out
You’ve knocked me off the hook
I’m a canvas that bleeds
And I’m painted with fingers
Childish pictures of you that still linger
I am a vcr
A funeral of dead memory waste
You can see it on my face
I’m a vcr funeral
Of dead memory waste
You can see it on my face
My smile is a chain link fence
I dare not frown
For fear of what comes out
My smile is a chain link fence
And I dare not frown for fear of what comes out
Sing a song kitty
Sing it
Sing it kitty
Sing it
Some people don’t think that lily
Is smart enough to understand what I’m thinking
But I know if she could she would kill
Everybody that I hate, cos she loves me
Cos I took care of her since she was a little baby
I am a vcr funeral of dead memory waste
You can see it in my face
As drink crawls down the oesophagus staircase
Into my bowels of hell
Naked like clown faces all smeared clean
Naked like clown faces all smeared clean in the spotlight
I’m a vcr funeral of dead memory waste you can see it on my face
Dead memory waste
Kill me, kill everyone, you can let them all die
The only thing in this world that does not die is money
You can kill me, you can kill them, you can let everyone die
The only thing in this world that does not die is money
The only thing immoral in this world is money
The only thing oral in this world is money
The only thing in this is money
The only thing is ney
The
Ney
The
The only thing immortal in this world is money
The person you are trying to reach is no longer here
You have knocked me off the hook
You are afraid that you are no equal
While you are spending my money
You can kill me, you can kill them, you can let everyone die
The only thing immortal in this world is money
Why would I want to be equal with anyone
You think you’re not equal while you’re spending my money
Why would I wan to be equal with anyone
To be equal you have to add or subtract
And I have never liked math
To be equal you have to add or subtract
And I have never liked math
You are recognisable, as just another part in a vast machine
The only thing immortal in this world is money
The only thing original in this world is the way we destroy things
Everything has already been created
So we can only deal with new ways of destroying them
Everything has already been created
So we can only think of new ways of destroying them
Stop rehearsing alcohol and start performing narcotics
Do you think that animals believe in god
To be equal you must add or subtract
People who want to be equal have lives that are filled with subtractions and auditions
To be equal you must add or subtract
People who want to be equal’s lives’ are filled with subtractions and auditions
We will call you back and tell you
Don’t call us, we’ll call you
Do animals believe in god
Stop rehearsing alcohol and start performing narcotics
This is a caucasian occasion
Could someone please autograph the frontal lobe
The insurance will not cover this
Could someone please autograph the frontal lobe
The insurance will not cover this
Can someone please autograph the frontal lobe, the insurance will not cover this
And the young are too senile
The young are too senile
The young zeich heil
Young are too senile
The young zeich heil
Do animals believe in god
I’m a kickstand in your mouth
I am a kickstand in your mouth
The insurance won’t cover this
You can run as fast as you want
But you can never outrun the cliché
The young are senile the young are senile
Have I outgrown my spotlight
My pupils are not students, they dilate but they never learn
Each time we roll up the dollar bill, we suffocate the president
Each time we roll up a dollar bill, we suffocate the president
Each time we roll up the dollar bill, we are suffocating the president
Each time we roll up the dollar bill, we suffocate the president
Just say now
Would you suck america’s tits
I want you to just say now, would you suck america’s tits
I want downloadable suicide
I want everything when I want it and I want it now
I want everything before I want it and I already wanted it so I don’t want it anymore
I want everything when I want it and I want it now
I want everything before I want it so I don’t want it anymore
I want downloadable suicide
I want a newer version
I want downloadable suicide
Version I don’t no
Version I don’t point no
Version I don’t pint no
Version I point the gun at me
O
Version I don’t no
Version I point the gun at me point o o o o o
I want downloadable suicide
If I sneeze will anyone bless me
Stop rehearsing alcohol and start performing narcotics
I keep watering a dead flower
Keep watering a dead flower
Keep watering the dead flower
Keep watering a dead flower
Everything I make is a piece of plant
In some day it could have been a flower
And the things that are flowers are dead
I keep watering a dead flower
Keep watering a dead flower
There’s not enough of me to make a bouquet
Stop watering a dead flower
Stop watering the dead flower
Stop watering a dead flower
I have no balance
I am like snow
And I melt away
I have no balance and I am like snow and I melt away
I have to balance
I am like snow
And I melt away
As you are listening
I want you to know
That you are nothing
But a screen that I will project
My images of sorrow, pain and sex upon
Although there is no difference between the three
As you are listening
I want you to know
That you are nothing
But a screen that I will project
My images of sorrow, pain and sex upon
Although there is no difference between the three
As you are listening I want you to know that you are nothing but a screen
That I project my images of sorrow, pain and suffering and sex upon
Although there is no difference between the three and the one
As you are listening I want you to know that you are nothing but a screen
That I project my images of suffering, sorrow, pain, sex
And the brief glimmer of happiness I find in the misery
Of those who are sitting in the theatre of which this screen exists
I want you to know as you are listening
That you are nothing but a screen
That I project my images of sorrow, pain, suffering, sex
And the brief glimpse of happiness I get from the misery
Of those who sit in the theatre that this screen exists will feel while they listen
The brief glimpse of happiness that I feel as
Those who sit in the theatre that this screen exists will feel as they listen
This isn’t about music
This is about the difference between you and me
I am a birthday cake that we light up, blow out, cut apart and forget
I am a birthday cake that you light up, blow out, cut apart, devour and forget
And I’m just like a holiday because I make everyone in the family cry
Love you’re enemy because love is the enemy
You’re sell by date has expired
Our commercial should be faster because we are all just slowguns
Waiting to have our triggers pulled
The commercials need to be faster because we are all just slowguns
Waiting to have our triggers pulled
The commercials should be faster because we are just slowguns
Waiting to have our triggers pulled
Don’t bother trying to save the brainforest
My pain is not ashamed to repeat itself
The aspiration to save the world is a morbid phenomenon of today’s youth
It’s time someone believes what I say, I’ve become a lie
Each time someone believes what I say, I become a lie
We have reached the end of history
The only thing left is cosmetic changes
We have reached the end of history
The only thing that’s left is cosmetic changes